This is a song about "Living in the projects"

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

Showered in your objects you don't know about the projects

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You bragging cause it must be nice to run the projects

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends